080. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Voice;

I'm going to simplify my confusion into one, and only one, question. The answer, the hard part, is up to you. Be concise.  The amount of focus it takes to write down my own symptoms on a napkin with a pen is tremendous.

And I don't feel much. Cool. Drugs, kids. They're something.

Back to the question: What the hell is going on?

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[voice;]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Huh. At least we can rule out rabies.

[as_damaged]

Blrghdffpt sounds serious. Aren't they feeding you?

sob so very backdated orz

[dr-tightass.livejournal.com]

I see people are answering your question. Care to answer one of mine? Why the hell have you been getting out of bed?

all the cool people backdate

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

In search of this thing called flavor and substance that the City General kitchen has long since forgot.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Hospital food does not count as feeding, I think that's something we can both agree on.

voice;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Now we can get the ball rolling.

[as_damaged]

Eat it anyway. I'm not sneaking anything in for you. How bad is the sensitivity?

voice;

[dr_conscience]

Great.

Anything else you'd like delivered?

voice;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Personal pan pizza with the works.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You want me to be miserable.

Eye irritation so far to florescent light. I don't think this is an incentive to get a ration of vitamin D.

audio;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I'd say its crime that can be compared with jaywalking. Punishable, maybe. But everyone and their grandma has done it.

voice;

[dr_conscience]

Whiteboard it is.

[as_damaged]

You want you to be miserable.

No fever, still?

but what about us lamers?

[dr-tightass.livejournal.com]

Send a nurse to get it for you. That's what they're for. You should not be out of bed.

call;

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

[ eeearly in the morning, the phone goes ring ring riiiii~ng ]

call;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

What?

call;

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

[ Blair sounds impossibly bright, completely ignoring the fact that House sounded like some troll. ]

Dr. House, it's Blair. Blair Waldorf?

call;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Blair Waldorf who doesn't sleep.

call;

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Who sleeps just enough.

[ Isn't he the doctor here? Chase was almost right, she can tell how asinine House is within seconds. But business is business, and she prides herself in being professional enough not to muddle it with feelings. ]

I'd like to confirm the deal with you.

call;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

A bikini would seal the deal.

call;

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

[ She likes challenges enough, but she'd rather win with strategies than lose in a fair fight. The reply comes automatically. ]

Sorry. Not a whore.

call;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

The Olympic swim and volleyball teams aren't whores.

call;

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

[ This is an eye-roll if you can hear it. ]

I'm not wearing a bikini while filming.

[ooc; no worries, dahling~ I'm still here~]

call;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

There is a subtle admittance that you still believe that bikinis belie promiscuity.

That and you think that you're fat.



Seeing as we already have so very much to talk about, what's the time limit?

call;

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

[ The observation silenced her because it's true, not that he needs to know that. ]

Ten minutes max.

So let's get this off the table: nothing you can say will get me into a bikini. Next offer?